#bechloe ff

Title: fight, fight

Author: charmills (astraeus)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Beca/Chloe

Word Count: 2,746

Summary:

Chloe fails Russian Lit again. Beca and Chloe fight, but they quickly find an outlet for their frustration. -- or, an homage to power bottom!Beca and top!Chloe.

Ohhh I’ve been busy the past few days and I just have to say coming back to write this cuteness just filled my heart up. I think I have a new thing for domestic chloe and beca now?! So THANKS!!!

Occasionally,  Beca could hear Chloe even from underneath music blasting in her headphones. Once, Beca was in their room working when Chloe got home. She heard singing from downstairs, so loud and so joyous that she pulled her headphones down just to listen for a few moments before recognizing Smile by Uncle Kracker. Beca followed the music to the kitchen and watched from the doorway as Chloe pulled ingredients out of the refrigerator.

“I got it,” hummed Chloe without breaking the melody of the song. Beca tilted her head and briefly marveled at how Chloe knew she was there without even turning around, but then it hit her what she was talking about.

“No you didn’t!”

“They called me on my way home.” Finally pausing her singing, Chloe leaned her back against the counter to face Beca. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to contain a smile way too large for her pretty, perfect face. She tried to appear calmer than she was, but revealed herself by bouncing on her heels, waiting for Beca’s reaction. Chloe was never great at squashing her emotions.

“You got the job!” Beca yelled. “You’re a veterinarian, officially.”

“Dr. Chloe Beale,” she mused with a smile. Then, at Beca’s sudden frown, “What?”

“Nothing,” Beca shook her head. “That’s just like… hot as hell. My girlfriend being a doctor.”

Chloe’s contained smile finally broke free and exploded all over the both of them. “Your girlfriend is a DILF.”

“Dude… No. That’s not what a DILF is.”

“D-I-L-F. Doctor I’d like to…”

“No. Nope.”

Chloe winked, and Beca again wondered how it was possible she loved another human being as much as she loved this stupid face in front of her. She rolled her eyes affectionately and eyed the vegetables on the cutting board over Chloe’s shoulder. She shook her head firmly.

“Okay, no. Throw those things away; tonight we are celebrating with takeout. Way too much of it. The unhealthiest, grossest things on every to-go menu we have.”

“Mmmm,” Chloe moved Beca’s hair away from her neck so she could paint a soft, sweet kiss on it. “Do we get to eat straight from the boxes?”

“Mhmm.”

“In the tub?”

“Sure.”

“Watching The Bachelor season 13?” At Beca’s furrowed eyebrows, Chloe raised her hands and shrugged. “It’s MY celebration, isn’t it?”

“Season 21,” Beca countered.

Chloe pecked Beca’s lips and beamed. “I love you.”

It took only seconds before Beca realized this was not one of those times. She knew Chloe’s cry better than she knew her own - there was only one cry, a very recent addition, that seemed to hold the power to pierce her heart the same way, maybe even more. She listened for that cry too, but Chloe’s was the only sound she could make out from upstairs.

She had been gone for an hour now. Beca had a tough morning; she completely lost it by ten-thirty. Chloe had walked into the kitchen to Beca pulling every pot and pan out from the underneath cabinet and declaring, “I’m SICK of looking at this.”

“Let me help,” Chloe had offered sweetly.

“Yes of course, why DON’T you help?” Beca had snarled. “Since you’re the one who throws everything around without a single care in the world. Seriously. If you’re not going to put things away properly, just leave the stuff in the dishwasher. Don’t try to help in the first place.”

“Becs…” Chloe said cautiously, peeking her head around the corner of the kitchen island. “Where is Aria?”

“She’s right there!” Beca pointed at the empty swing on the kitchen table. She noticed it as soon as she said it. “She was right there.”

Beca and Chloe both sprang into action, Beca near exasperated tears when Chloe walked into the dining room, kissing and bouncing their four-month-old daughter.

“Oh my God,” Beca tilted her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, steadying her heart rate to a speed that doesn’t require a hospital visit. She buried her face in her hands and shook her head. “What is wrong with me? I swear I remember putting her in that swing.”

“She was just relaxing in the living room,” Chloe assured her. “Totally content. Just looking around.”

“Because she’s perfect. She’s a perfect baby. Of course she is. She’s Chloe, part 2.”

Chloe smirked and offered to take Aria for a walk so Beca could finish her pot and pan cleaning, or perhaps, she suggested subtly, take some Beca-time and relax? Beca thanked her and started playing around with mixes. Nothing serious or productive, but one thing she had lost recently was the time to just dick around and have fun. An hour was as refreshing as it could be, and she felt much better by the time Chloe’s crying pulled her out of her zone.

“Chlo?” she called, bouncing down the stairs. “Chlo? You okay?”

She tried hard not to laugh at the scene she walked into: Chloe, still with her coat and shoes on, sitting on the bench in the mudroom, crying her mascara off her face, while Aria sat in her onesie on Chloe’s lap, contently looking around and smiling much too big for her pretty, perfect face when Beca walked in and greeted her with “hi, baby.”

“Hi,” Chloe reply-sobbed back. For that, Beca let out a tiny noise attempting to mask her giggle. “What’s funny?” asked Chloe genuinely. She looked like she wanted to laugh, too.

“No, nothing. What’s wrong?”

“I’m a disgusting, horrible, pathetic excuse for a per–”

“Whoa okay, can we like, hold on for a sec? What happened?”

“She deserves so much better,” Chloe sniffled. “So, so much better. I practically neglected her.”

“Can we start at the beginning?”

Chloe sighed, as if it brought her great pain to relive this trauma. “She started crying. Well, sort of. I’d say more of whining, you know how she gets?” Beca started to agree, but Chloe didn’t give her the time before continuing, “Well I decided to take her home since I didn’t bring her bag with me or anything if she needed something. So I just kept talking to her as we’re coming home, right? Like, ‘It’s okay, pudding, we’re almost there! Just a few more minutes!’  but she just kept getting more mad!”

This statement seemed to remind Chloe how traumatic the event was. She needed a few moments to recuperate with deep breaths before finishing her story.

“I didn’t even look at her! So then we’re back at the house and I go to unbuckle her and get her out and her..her hat is all… all o–on her face. She was just fussing because she couldn’t see!”

Beca nodded, waiting for Chloe to continue, while Chloe looked at Beca for a reaction. Beca tried to formulate something, but no words came.

“Chlo, I really don’t know what the bad thing is here.”

“The bad thing is SHE COULDN’T SEE, BECA! ALL SHE WANTED WAS FOR ME TO FIX HER HAT SO SHE COULD SEE! She asks for so LITTLE in this world and I can’t even give her that!”

Beca rolled her tongue around in her mouth, trying to remain serious. It was a task too difficult; her smile spread all the way up to the crinkles in her eyes.

“I think we should call Aubrey,” Beca suggested. “Maybe she wants to spend some aunt-niece time with Aria tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Uh. Yeah. I think we need to order takeout tonight. The grossest, most unhealthiest thing on every to-go menu we have.”

“Yeah?” Chloe looked up, her eyes still shining from the tears. “And eat out of the boxes?”

“Duh. In the tub.”

“And watch the Bachelor?”

“Don’t push it.”

Chloe smiled and kissed the crown of Aria’s head.

“We’ll do better tomorrow?” Chloe said, but the way she looked at Beca, Beca knew it was a question too. Will we? Can we?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, Gen Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, Emily Junk & Beca Mitchell, Emily Junk & Chloe Beale, Bella Family Characters: Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell, Emily Junk, Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect) Additional Tags: halloween fluff, Fluff, family fic, Found Family

Summary: Emily didn't think she'd be included in Beca and Chloe's halloween plans. She was wrong.

Title: routines

Author: charmills (astraeus)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Beca/Chloe 

Word Count: 1,676

Summary:

beca loves their morning routine, especially chloe's daily moodboard stickers.

Title: i’m feeling lovesick

Author: charmills (astraeus)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Beca/Chloe

Word Count: 2,791

Summary:

The Bellas house always throws absolute ragers, Beca can't handle her tequila, Amy ruins a party, and Chloe's love language is definitely physical touch.

Title: to define is to limit

Author: charmills (astraeus)

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing: Beca/Chloe

Word Count: 1,910 (oneshot)

Summary:

A bookstore meet-cute AU.

aka, Chloe is adorable, Beca is into her, and Aubrey is a limiting presence.